Do you know tired?Ever tasted it after a memory slipped like bile up in your throat?Ever felt it tap you on shoulder and make you crumble?Hell is the way tired convinces you that you are exhausted with livingWhen your reflection betrays you and looks like all the THEM that leftand broke you on their way out of the doorIt is the miscarriage of love and love's stillbirthTired is victim being accused of playing victimBut they don't know tiredThey don't hear it no matter how loud it screamsThey only recognize it after you're tired enough​to finally leave